D'avan

Appearance: Standing at 5'11, Davander is below average in height but you couldn't really call him short. He has a lean build and at the moment is a little bit scrawny but he does has the potential to build a bit of muscle up should he decide to work on it.

Thick, rather unruly brows perch above eyes that are a light shade of warm caramel brown and his carrot orange hair runs in wild waves over his head- though he does make an attempt to tame the mess. His skin is unfortunately pale and he is prone to getting crisped up in the sun, so he always tends to keep himself covered. He has a smattering of freckles over his nose which he hates because he thinks they make him look silly. His features are sharp, especially his nose which is narrow and quite pointed.

Personality: Davander is a somewhat serious lad, who tends to work hard and stay out of mischief- for the most part- as most of his seriousness stems from a desire to please his rather strict father. Occasionally he does have the urge for a small bit of rebellion, just to break the monotony, and will occasionally dream up grand plans but will very rarely act upon them.

He does have a sense of humour, even if people don't expect the dour Davander to possess one, and he takes great delight in the antics of others. This also stretches into a love of harpers and he looks forward to listening to the music at various Gathers even if he himself possesses the musical aptitude of a rock.

He can be a little severe at times and has no problem snarking at someone if he thinks they deserve it. And while he tends to make friends slowly, once he has them he tends to lighten up, in their company anyways.

His time at the Weyr has lightened him up quite a bit. He's no longer quite so severe and will actually goof around quite a bit now, something that he never would have dared to do at home. He has developed a great love of pranks, especially when teamed up with his small group of troublemaking friends.

History: Davander was born and raised in the South, and thus has had a lifetime to sigh over sunburns. His family run a decent sized redfruit orchard, one prolific enough to keep them coming back to rebuild after every Southern disaster and as the eldest son- he has three younger brothers- he was being trained to take over once his father retired.

Except for the 'occasional' major disaster- volcanoes, floods, thread tornadoes etc.. life was fairly typical and while he worked hard he also enjoyed the rural life.

Unlike his father he enjoyed seeing the dragons in the sky. Oh his father appreciated their protection, and sent the choicest fruit when he tithed, but he also viewed them as being somewhat lazy for the most part- thread didn't fall everyday after all and *everybody* had heard about the nonsense that went on at a Weyr. Hardly fit for civilized folk!

And now there was some nonsense about a dragon plague and the Weyr had actually had the audacity to enforce a quarantine which had everyone in a tizzy when there were crops to be sold.

Perhaps Davander felt empathy towards the riders as a sort of private rebellion, his father was annoyed with them so he wasn't. Either way, when the first few dragons showed up after the quarantine was relaxed, he was the one of the only members of his little hold that had a smile on their face.

Information about D'avan's pets

Pet Name: Jerriet

Pet Type: Green Firelizard

Appearance: Jerriet will hatch a pretty small flit, even for a green, but by the time she’s grown she’ll be about average sized. She has stout, sturdy legs that make her very graceful on the ground for a flit. In fact, sometimes she’ll forgo flying so she can crawl around. Jerriet has a very odd hide streaked with bold lines of dark green over a lighter hide. These streaks even pass over her nose. This does make her an exceptional hider, especially in the brush, but she might feel a bit odd when she compares her mismatched hide to those of her sisters.

Personality: Oddly, Jerriet hatched not really believing she has wings. She’ll be extremely baffled by them for quite a while, and she’ll likely take a bit longer to learn to fly because she won’t really trust them. You’d think someone had told her firelizards didn’t have wings. Don’t worry though, patience and assurance will soon have her flying like a pro. She’ll love flying, even though she’s pretty comfortable on the ground.

Jerriet will have to get used to a certain level of rejection in her life. She has a strange fascination with felines and avians to the point that she’ll cuddle with the former and try to fly with the latter. Not all felines and avians will appreciate a green flit cozying up to them, but some might. Her friendly nature, and her gentleness will endear her to many. Despite her oddities, Jerrie will make a wonderful
companion.

Information about D'avan's dragon

Dragon Name: Jhalth

Colour: Bronze

Age: 3

Wing (Weyrling Group): Skystrikers

Appearance:

Personality: Some people might be surprised when they see the gleaming bronze form of Jhalth burst forth from his bright green egg, as it might have been fairly reasonable assumption for the dragonet to match its shell. But he is definitely a bronze with the attitude and hide to match.

He is a well built bronze, medium sized with strong muscles and overlong wings like his dam that just barely miss scraping the ground when he walks. His hide is a uniform coppery shade of bronze that gleams as if freshly polished even after fall when he's coated with the dusty remains of a fiery battle. Of course he will be terribly vain about that gleam, who wouldn't, and he'll be quick to complain about anything that might mar it, other than the rare threadscore which will be treasured after the fact as the badge of battle that it is.

Threadfall will be a thrill ride for him, and hopefully for his rider as well. This bronze will have a brain for tactics and creativity enough to change his strategies on the fly- give him a situation and he'll find a solution. Fast. He is a brilliant flier, some would say he's lucky but it really is pure skill. Give him a chance and he will push his flight to the very limits. Is he a daredevil? Oh yes! But Jhalth knows what he's doing and he revels in the attention, the gasps at near misses and the cheers of success will make the risk of an accident completely worth it.

Jhalth tends to be a little less than suave with personal relationships. He's friendly enough but can come across as cocky with his friends, and is prone to making snap social judgements and acting on them without a whole lot of thought. Sometimes the wrong dragon will get a sound scolding for the wrong reason. He's also quite fickle and has a bad habit of wooing greens and then fleeing when actually want to form a relationship after he's caught them once or twice. He likes the chase, he just doesn't want to settle down with a permanent ledgemate, especially if they get clingy. He'll go to extreme measures to avoid anyone who pursues him too hard.

Oddly enough for a bronze, he prefers to woo green over gold. Greens are more likely to be impressed by his greatness, there's always one rising somewhere and there are a lot more to go through when he grows tired of them. Golds are bossy, less easy to impress and their golden hides are often distressingly more shiny then his own glorious hide. Oh he'll chase a gold given the chance and he'll do his best to win but he'll regret any catches after the fact.